Holy shit, he does recognize me. It can’t be happening so soon.
But maybe it’ll be okay if we’re both honest with each other?
“Fine, I’ll tell you, if…” My breath stutters as I cling to his neck again.
“If?”
“What did you write on the napkin?” I ask, my voice rough and still thick with desire.
“The napkin…” He pulls his fingers out, looking feral as he fixes his eyes on me. “It’s as if you’re begging to be punished.”
I don’t know what kind of punishment he means. All I know is that the word should scare me.
It doesn’t.
“What punishment?”
“You’ll see.” He grabs me and turns me to face the wall, and I let him. I surrender to the roughness of his touch, trusting him never to hurt me.
And he doesn’t. His hands are hot as they run over my arms. My waist. The underside of my breasts, then my hips.He stops there, digging his fingers into my flesh, leaving his marks.
It feels right until he adds, “And when you do, you’ll take it. Even if I don’t deserve to touch you, look at you, or breathe in your direction.”
I have no idea what that means. I want to ask him, but there’s not a moment to do that when he shoves my jeans down to my knees.
And spanks me.
The sharp, unexpected crack stings, and I yelp, “Ow.”
“I love these sounds you’re making, but you can’t bethatloud here.” His hand clamps over my mouth. “Even in a busy hospital, someone could hear you.”
Nothing in his tone sounds angry. He’s shielding me, and somehow, that makes the heat inside me burn hotter.
I can barely nod before, with his other hand, he lands sharp, quick strikes across each butt cheek, alternating between them as he reddens them. It hurts, just a little, but soon pleasure blooms with every impact, until the sting blurs into craving and I struggle to stay upright.
“Now, you want to tell me something?” he asks.
I point at him with a gesture that says,You first.
“You know what? I’ll get the truth out of you later.” Anothercrackthunders through the supply closet when he spanks me again, followed by my muffled scream. “Hands on the wall.”
Once I do as I’m told, he makes an approving sound in the back of his throat and removes his hand from my mouth.Desire runs through me, blooming into something wilder when I hear the soft rustle of his clothes as he takes them off.
And yet, as erotic as the thought of Alaric stripping is, it doesn’t compare to this.
To him gripping my hip with one hand.
And rubbing himself with the other.
I don’t have to be experienced to know that’s what I’m hearing. Aroused and burning for a glimpse, I turn my head, biting my lip to silence a moan at the sight of him.
Oh my God. Watching this gorgeous man fuck his fist, his large hand stroking his length, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Veins cord his smooth, hard cock. The head is swollen, and precum is wetting the tip.
And his gaze is pinned to my ass until he catches me staring.
His eyes lock with mine, and I realize just how badly he needs me too.
I almost come, then and there.